58 Р P 59 When Jesus, from the realms above, Where saints in light our coming wait, L. M. Hingham. Malden. 1 BURIED in shadows of the night, Chorus. Wisdom descends to heal the blind, Semi-chorus. 2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears, Chorus. Then we awake from deep distress, Death in Trespasses and Sins. 1 HOW helpless guilty nature lies, The heart unchanged can never rise 2 Can aught beneath a power divine 3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, 4 To chase the shades of death away, A beam of heaven-a vital ray, Aff 5 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine; Then shall our passions and our powers, 60 Grief for the Sins and Miseries of Men. Aff 1 ARISE, my tender thoughts, arise; Let torrents drown my weeping eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human beings sunk in shame; See scandals poured on Jesus' name; See God insulted through his Son, 'The world abused-the soul undone. 3 My heart with reverence hears thy word, And trembles at thy threatenings, Lord; I know the wretched, dreadful end, To which their careless steps descend. 4 But feeble my compassion proves, It can but weep, where most it loves; Great God, thy saving grace employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy. 61 GOSPEL. S. M. God's Purpose of Mercy. Mornington. Dover. 1 THE Lord on high proclaims 2 Ye dying souls, that sit In darkness and distress, mf 3 Sinners shall hear the sound; 62 Their thankful tongues shall own, 4 In thee shall Israel trust, And see their guilt forgiven; Thou wilt pronounce the sinners just, 1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high 63 P 64 2 Shall man reply against the Lord, And wait the great decisive day. Object of Christ's Advent. 1 NOT to condemn the sons of men, He loved the race of man so well, Of sins, and save our souls from hell. His hands a thousand blessings give. 1 COME, happy souls-approach your God The tribute of your tongues. 2 So strange- -so boundless was the love The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again. 3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed No hard commission to perform— 4 But all was mercy-all was mi.d, And wrath forsook the throre, 5 Here, sinners, come and heal your wounds; Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name, 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 65 1 S. M. RAISE your triumphant songs Let all the earth resound the deeds 2 Sing how eternal love Its chief beloved chose, St. Thomas. And bade him raise our ruined race P 3 His hand no thunder bears, P 66 4 'Twas mercy filled the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons down 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, 6 Lord, we obey thy call; To the salvation thou hast brought, H. M. Proclamation of the Gospel. mp1 HARK-hark-the notes of joy, < ff Roll o'er the heavenly plains! For their sublimest strains. Some new delight in heaven is known, mp112 Hark-hark-the sounds draw nigh, f To earth his footsteps bend, He comes to bless our fallen race, Murray 68 ་་ 3 Bear-bear the tidings round, What pity he can show. Ye winds that blow-ye waves that roll, Arise, ye sons of men, And loud his grace proclaim. C. M. The Gospel hailed. Cambridge. Marlow. 1 SALVATION!-oh, the joyful sound! A sovereign balm for every wound, 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 3 Salvation!-let the echo fly L. M. Uxbridge. Duke Street. 1 THIS is the word of truth and love, 3 The gospel bids the dead revive; |